Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Slovakia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Görl,
Easy Going,
Wasted Youth,
June Days,
Unrelated Segments,
Television Personalities,
Ten City,
Ultra Naté,
Moby Grape,
Hasil Adkins,
The Trojans,
Q65,
Sandy B,
Sexual Harrassment,
Iggy Pop,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bauhaus,
Cal Tjader,
Moss Icon,
The Music Machine,
Minny Pops,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
The Techniques,
Aswad,
Au Pairs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quadrant,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul II Soul,
Radio Birdman,
Swans,
Bob Dylan,
The Beau Brummels,
UT,
The Smoke,
Cymande,
Vladislav Delay,
June of 44,
Erasure,
The Black Dice,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Parrish,
David Axelrod,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultravox,
Model 500,
KRS-One,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Interpol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Victims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Whodini,
The Doors,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.